It is not, Arya said stubbornly. Only a carved wooden box, left on a table in my observatory while I napped. Afire? Bronn said, spitting. If they turned west from here, it was an easy ride down to Riverrun.
Laughter boomed up and down the High Hall of the Arryns. Sansa blamed Arya and told her that it should have been Nymeria who died. They'd been her friends, she'd felt safe around them, but now she knew that was a lie. Aegon the Dragon himself could not keep the peace, Lord Renly.
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